Glancing at the tub, he made sure he had time before he asked, “May I undress you as well?”
“Not until you’re naked.” She pointed to the front of his jeans.
Desire rolled through him, fueled by the challenge inherent in her attitude. They’d barely begun and already he wanted to regain control, to rip the clothes from her body and press her up against the wall. Instead, he lowered his zipper and slowly removed his pants. Her gaze followed the descent of his hands until his shaft sprang free then her focus locked into place. Their positions the night before had kept her from seeing more than an occasional glimpse of his cock. Her rampant interest now only made him even harder.
He stroked himself with one hand, drawing heat and urgency into his groin. “See what you do to me. Would you like to touch it, sunshine? It’s all for you.”
She immediately reached for him, but he caught her wrist. “Not until you’re naked.” He used her words as a sensual taunt. So much for being passive.
Her gaze narrowed for a moment then she ripped off her shirt and tugged on one of her boots. The stubborn footwear wouldn’t budge.
“Would you like my help with that?”
She sat on the edge of the tub and he removed her boots and then her socks. Pausing long enough to turn off the water, she stood and unfastened her bra. Her enthusiasm thrilled him, but it also compromised his efforts to keep things slow and easy. He unzipped her jeans and she shoved them down then kicked them aside.
Before she could touch him, he pulled her against him and covered her mouth with his. Her hands moved up and down his back, pausing from time to time to squeeze his ass. Her lips parted and her tongue lightly touched his, but he wasn’t ready for a deep, breath-stealing kiss. Instead he eased her back and motioned toward the tub.
“Get in.”
She laughed. “I thought I was in charge tonight.”
“You’re right. I apologize. What would milady like next?”
She circled him, boldly running her gaze up and down his body. “Are Therian males fitness junkies or are you naturally lean?”
“It’s not just males.” Her distraction allowed him to scrutinize her body as closely as she was scrutinizing him. “Your body is sleek and toned. Do you live at the gym?”
“Good point.” She stopped behind him and pressed her breasts against his back. “I’ve always kept really busy, but I’ve never paid much attention to what I eat.”
Her eager hands stroked his chest and sides as she rubbed against his back. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the heat of her soft body and the light stroke of her fingers. His cat tossed his head, restless and ready to pounce. He tried not to rush her, wanted her to explore and indulge all of her impulses.
She caressed her way around to his chest and bit her lower lip as her gaze zeroed in on his cock. He expected her to swoop down and fist his hard shaft. Instead she stroked his chest and squeezed his biceps while his cock bobbed between them, desperate for her touch.
Pushing up to the balls of her feet, she whispered in his ear, “Would you like me to touch you?”
He fought back a groan as desire constricted his balls. “You know I would.”
“Then say it.” She leaned in and his tip brushed against her soft belly. He caught her wrist and tried to bring her hand where he wanted it. She laughed and twisted out of his grip. “Now you have to say please.”
How had she turned this around? Each time they’d touched before she’d seemed uncertain, almost afraid. Why was she so much more confident now? Jake and Ian. The thought made Kyle tense and his eyes stung as Therian light erupted in his gaze. Jake flirted with every female on the planet. Ian had been more subtle, but his desire for Ava had been easily interpreted. And she’d obviously enjoyed the attention.
He’d put a stop to this right now. Slipping his hand into her hair, he formed a loose fist and slowly tilted her head back. “I want your hands on me and only me. I want your lips so accustomed to my taste that anyone else is repulsive. I want—”
She placed her fingers against his lips as he had done with her. “Where is this coming from? I told you I don’t want Ian.”
“What about Jake?” He eased up on her hair but didn’t remove his hand.
“Let go of my hair.” Her tone was cold and precise, her gaze rapidly cooling.
He pulled his hand back and took a deep breath.
“Let’s get one thing perfectly clear.” She took a step back and snatched a bath towel off the rack, holding it in front of her as she went on. “You don’t own me. No man ever will. It was only after my mother stopped depending on men and stood on her own two feet that she had anything resembling a real life.”